My world ended when Su-san took that knife for me...it's my fault...I'm Finland, and I might have just killed the best man to ever have been in my life...
The day started like any other day to me. Bright, sunny, warm...happy...I thought it was the best day ever, just me and Su-san. The world was peaceful at this time. No war, no power struggles, and no heart-ache. I felt so...at ease...Su-san was doing his normal chores...washing and hanging up the laundry, folding the dried clothes, the normal, you know? Germany, Italy, and Japan were suppose to be coming to have a visit. I was happy to get to know new people. They seemed friendly enough to me, but Su-san was uneasy, which confused me. He gets socially awkward, yes, but this was different. He shrugged me off whenever I tried talking to him, and, I'll admit, it hurt my feelings. I couldn't understand why he was so stand offish, maybe just the idea of visitors made him put his walls up? I just hoped things would go along just fine...just fine...
The meeting was fine, except Su-san was nowhere to be seen. Italy seemed friendly, Japan shy, and Germany...he kinda scared me a bit. I showed them around the house, but was really trying to see where Su-san had gone to. Our three guests were very helpful in looking for Su-san, for which I was very thankful for. It was Japan who found Su-san, hiding under his desk. I had told them to wait in the living room and that there were sweet cakes for them to snack on. As I closed the door of Su-san's office, I notice how dark the room was. No lights from light stands or any light from the windows, which were covered with heavy, blue curtains. I found it...dreary. I crawled under the desk and saw Su-san, holding his knees up to his chest, and head buried on his knees, hiding his face from me. I could hear him sniffling, and it jsut broke my heart. I scoot close to him and slipped under his arm, looking at his face from that angle.
"Su-san? What's wrong?" I asked gently, not really expecting an answer from him.
"Don't...don't like people..." He murmured, breaking my heart even more.
"Su-san, they're really nice. They just want to come and say hi to us. They don't even have any papers or anything like that. It's just a leisure trip for them, I promise. So, please will you come meet them?" I asked, searching his eyes for anything emotion.
Hesitantly, Su-san nodded, which relieved me a little bit. I helped him out from under his desk and out of his office, though I could feel his muscles tense up when he saw the other countries. Su-san was introduced and I had him sit down, offering him a sweetcake. I knew this was his favorite food, so when he refused it, I felt extremely hurt. What was wrong with my Su-san? I know it's not just the other countries in his house, there has to be something deeper. Something that has frozen my and Su-san's relationship...but what was it? And could I help if I figured it out?
That night, I could not sleep. I was constantly thinking of what could be wrong with Su-san. I looked over to see him fast asleep. He looked peaceful, I thought as I slowly got out of bed. This goes against everything I believe in, every nerve in my body that screams for me to go back and lay down, but I needed to know what was wrong with my Su-san. I went into his office with a flashlight in my hand, and went to his desk, searching for anything that could give me a clue. Sadly, I couldn't find a thing, just papers and bills. I was about to turn away, when a yellow folder caught my eye. I debated whether I should open it or not...then i relized, i've already gotten myself deep into this already. I reached for the folder, sliding my fingers under one side and slowly opening it. The only thing I saw was the name...that name i had hoped would never come back into our lives again: Denmark. I was about to delve deeper into the file, when strong hands gripped my wrists and yanked me back. I gasped, but didn't scream, because I saw it was Su-san. i knew I was in for it. i knew i was gonna get yelled at. I just didn't know it would hurt so much. That slap. That slap against my face, hurt more than just my cheek, it hurt my heart. I stayed silent, knowing I deserved it. When Su-san made me look at his eyes, I broke down. Hot tears ran down my face and i saw the pain and regret in his eyes. I could feel his grip on my hands weaken greatly. I could feel his anguish, his pain, his regret, each emotion I had never seen in him before. His head rested on my shoulder, his shoulders shaking, sobbing. I wanted to help him, but he wasnt letting me. I reached my arms around him, gently hugging him as he sobbed. Now I knew Denmark was involved...but why couldn't he just leave us alone...
We had stayed there all night, and when I woke up, he was fast asleep. The dried streaks of tears still on his face. I felt my cheek. It didn't hurt and it didn't feel swollen, I'm sure there wasn't even a red mark anymore. I slowly got up and went over to the closet, finding an extra blanket and pillow. I usually kept them there in case Su-san would have a late night at his desk. I had trouble with rolling him over onto his back, but it was easier to move him once I did. I lifted his head and gently laid it down on the pillow, then I pulled the blanket up to his chin. He looked empty and weak, things I have never seen before in him. As I stood up, I could see that folder, still open. I didn't want Su-san angry at me again, so I closed it, resisting the urge to see what that devil had said or done to my Su-san. I quietly closed the door behind me as I left, giving Su-san some quiet to rest. The rest of that day, I was worried for him...and I wondered when my real Su-san would come back...
The week came and went and there was still no change in Su-san's behavior. I began to wonder if he would ever return to me. I was starting to lose hope. Su-san had not been eating anymore, he'd just say he wasn't hungry and that he would be later...later never came...Soon, I had to say farewell to Germany, Italy, and japan, for they had other places they wanted to see. Su-san was nowhere to say goodbye. The final straw came when Su-san had nightmares. His screams...his tears... I had had it. I booked myself a flight, without Su-san's notice, and flew to Denmark's home, ready to finish whatever was going on. When I stepped out of the plane, and saw that grin...I knew I had made a terrible mistake...
I don't remember much after that. I remember being hit, multiple times. I remember all the threats, all those hateful words that made me feel compeltely worthless. I hate Denmark, with everything that was inside me, I hate him down to my very core. Then I must have blacked out, because when I woke up, I was in a dark room. No windows, no lights, no anything. I screamed and pounded at the wall, begging for someone to let me out. When no one came, I sobbed. What had I done? What was happening outside that door? Was Su-san alright? What was Denmark up to? I soon found out.
The clatter of sword against sword snapped me out of my daze. I knew Su-san would come for me! but at what cost would this end? Su-san broke the door down with ease, and I marveled at how strong Su-san really was. He held me tightly and I wanted to stay there forever, but I knew that wasn't gonna happen. Clanking of armor down the hall startled me and Su-san gripped me tighter, a fighting light in his eyes. He picked me up and ran down the hall as fast as he could possibly go, I'm sure. We had reached the outside, and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders when I saw Germany, Italy, and Japan there, waiting for us. Then Su-san went down, a knife in his back. I was so frightened, trying to help him stand back up. Germany, Italy, and japan all got in front of me and Su-san, trying to protect us. Su-san had blood on his lips, and I was aboslutely terrified. Denmark's laughter only frightened me more. There he stood, the most hated man in my life, laughing at my wounded Su-san. laughing.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the conquering heroes at my doorstep. Begging for mercy? Too bad, because I have no mercy. Hand over Sweden and Finland before things get messy."
That grin. I'd seen that grin all my life. I've always hated that grin, and I still hate it now. Su-san coughed, and little red droplets speckled the ground. I had to get him help, but I didn't know what to do. Shaking with anger and frustration, I grabbed Su-san's sword from his belt, standing up and pushing past Venenziano, Ludwig, and Kiku, sword at hand. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and i could hear Su-san groaning in protest, weak. Denmark just laughed at my face. I was gonna clean this guy's smirk off. I ran at him, sword in the air. Everything was blurry after that...when I finally came to my senses, Denmark was retreating into his house, bloody. I heard my name being called, and when I looked over my shoulder, my heart almost stopped. Su-san had stopped breathing. kiku was doing CPR and I just watched in horror. There was just no way this was happening...it had to be some dream...some aweful dream...but I knew it wasn't. I heard medic choppers and saw the medics lift Su-san into the chopper, still trying to revive him. After they were gone, I shakily went to me knees...and sobbed...
Venenziano and the rest of them had somehow gotten me into their own chopper, taking me to where my Su-san was. Once we were there, I waited. I waited for anything. Any news that my Su-san was going to live and be alright, any news at all to make me relax...but I got nothing... no news as to whether he was alive or not...and the only thought on my mind was: This is my fault... It was true, it was my fault. If I hadn't have gone to Denmark in the first place, none of this would have happened. I might have just killed him...the most important person in my life...the man I look up to...the man I've spent my whole life with...I could have just ruined all of that...eventually, I blacked out...unable to keep my eyes open any longer...
I was woken up by my friends, later that night. They all looked...relieved...and my eyes widened when they told me Su-san was gonna pull through, I could even see him if I wanted to. Of course I said yes. I nearly fainted when I saw Su-san's clear, blue eyes look over at me when I entered his room. He looked terrible and weak...so weak...A breathing mask covered his face and wires and ivs were all over him, but I didn't care. He was gonna be alright, and as I took a seat beside him, and held his hand, I knew everything was gonna be alright. his hand was warm, soft even, gently holding onto mine. I cried. Yes, I cried. I had good reasons. I nearly lost him. I felt so relieved. I couldn't help but start to cry. And I just cried more when he smiled at me ever so softly. I knew things were gonna be even better than before, even better than they ever have been, and that was a promise, to me and to him.
I'm Finland, and my Su-san is going to be beside me forever, no matter what happens, and I shall always be there for him.
End
The day started like any other day to me. Bright, sunny, warm...happy...I thought it was the best day ever, just me and Su-san. The world was peaceful at this time. No war, no power struggles, and no heart-ache. I felt so...at ease...Su-san was doing his normal chores...washing and hanging up the laundry, folding the dried clothes, the normal, you know? Germany, Italy, and Japan were suppose to be coming to have a visit. I was happy to get to know new people. They seemed friendly enough to me, but Su-san was uneasy, which confused me. He gets socially awkward, yes, but this was different. He shrugged me off whenever I tried talking to him, and, I'll admit, it hurt my feelings. I couldn't understand why he was so stand offish, maybe just the idea of visitors made him put his walls up? I just hoped things would go along just fine...just fine...
The meeting was fine, except Su-san was nowhere to be seen. Italy seemed friendly, Japan shy, and Germany...he kinda scared me a bit. I showed them around the house, but was really trying to see where Su-san had gone to. Our three guests were very helpful in looking for Su-san, for which I was very thankful for. It was Japan who found Su-san, hiding under his desk. I had told them to wait in the living room and that there were sweet cakes for them to snack on. As I closed the door of Su-san's office, I notice how dark the room was. No lights from light stands or any light from the windows, which were covered with heavy, blue curtains. I found it...dreary. I crawled under the desk and saw Su-san, holding his knees up to his chest, and head buried on his knees, hiding his face from me. I could hear him sniffling, and it jsut broke my heart. I scoot close to him and slipped under his arm, looking at his face from that angle.
"Su-san? What's wrong?" I asked gently, not really expecting an answer from him.
"Don't...don't like people..." He murmured, breaking my heart even more.
"Su-san, they're really nice. They just want to come and say hi to us. They don't even have any papers or anything like that. It's just a leisure trip for them, I promise. So, please will you come meet them?" I asked, searching his eyes for anything emotion.
Hesitantly, Su-san nodded, which relieved me a little bit. I helped him out from under his desk and out of his office, though I could feel his muscles tense up when he saw the other countries. Su-san was introduced and I had him sit down, offering him a sweetcake. I knew this was his favorite food, so when he refused it, I felt extremely hurt. What was wrong with my Su-san? I know it's not just the other countries in his house, there has to be something deeper. Something that has frozen my and Su-san's relationship...but what was it? And could I help if I figured it out?
That night, I could not sleep. I was constantly thinking of what could be wrong with Su-san. I looked over to see him fast asleep. He looked peaceful, I thought as I slowly got out of bed. This goes against everything I believe in, every nerve in my body that screams for me to go back and lay down, but I needed to know what was wrong with my Su-san. I went into his office with a flashlight in my hand, and went to his desk, searching for anything that could give me a clue. Sadly, I couldn't find a thing, just papers and bills. I was about to turn away, when a yellow folder caught my eye. I debated whether I should open it or not...then i relized, i've already gotten myself deep into this already. I reached for the folder, sliding my fingers under one side and slowly opening it. The only thing I saw was the name...that name i had hoped would never come back into our lives again: Denmark. I was about to delve deeper into the file, when strong hands gripped my wrists and yanked me back. I gasped, but didn't scream, because I saw it was Su-san. i knew I was in for it. i knew i was gonna get yelled at. I just didn't know it would hurt so much. That slap. That slap against my face, hurt more than just my cheek, it hurt my heart. I stayed silent, knowing I deserved it. When Su-san made me look at his eyes, I broke down. Hot tears ran down my face and i saw the pain and regret in his eyes. I could feel his grip on my hands weaken greatly. I could feel his anguish, his pain, his regret, each emotion I had never seen in him before. His head rested on my shoulder, his shoulders shaking, sobbing. I wanted to help him, but he wasnt letting me. I reached my arms around him, gently hugging him as he sobbed. Now I knew Denmark was involved...but why couldn't he just leave us alone...
We had stayed there all night, and when I woke up, he was fast asleep. The dried streaks of tears still on his face. I felt my cheek. It didn't hurt and it didn't feel swollen, I'm sure there wasn't even a red mark anymore. I slowly got up and went over to the closet, finding an extra blanket and pillow. I usually kept them there in case Su-san would have a late night at his desk. I had trouble with rolling him over onto his back, but it was easier to move him once I did. I lifted his head and gently laid it down on the pillow, then I pulled the blanket up to his chin. He looked empty and weak, things I have never seen before in him. As I stood up, I could see that folder, still open. I didn't want Su-san angry at me again, so I closed it, resisting the urge to see what that devil had said or done to my Su-san. I quietly closed the door behind me as I left, giving Su-san some quiet to rest. The rest of that day, I was worried for him...and I wondered when my real Su-san would come back...
The week came and went and there was still no change in Su-san's behavior. I began to wonder if he would ever return to me. I was starting to lose hope. Su-san had not been eating anymore, he'd just say he wasn't hungry and that he would be later...later never came...Soon, I had to say farewell to Germany, Italy, and japan, for they had other places they wanted to see. Su-san was nowhere to say goodbye. The final straw came when Su-san had nightmares. His screams...his tears... I had had it. I booked myself a flight, without Su-san's notice, and flew to Denmark's home, ready to finish whatever was going on. When I stepped out of the plane, and saw that grin...I knew I had made a terrible mistake...
I don't remember much after that. I remember being hit, multiple times. I remember all the threats, all those hateful words that made me feel compeltely worthless. I hate Denmark, with everything that was inside me, I hate him down to my very core. Then I must have blacked out, because when I woke up, I was in a dark room. No windows, no lights, no anything. I screamed and pounded at the wall, begging for someone to let me out. When no one came, I sobbed. What had I done? What was happening outside that door? Was Su-san alright? What was Denmark up to? I soon found out.
The clatter of sword against sword snapped me out of my daze. I knew Su-san would come for me! but at what cost would this end? Su-san broke the door down with ease, and I marveled at how strong Su-san really was. He held me tightly and I wanted to stay there forever, but I knew that wasn't gonna happen. Clanking of armor down the hall startled me and Su-san gripped me tighter, a fighting light in his eyes. He picked me up and ran down the hall as fast as he could possibly go, I'm sure. We had reached the outside, and I felt a weight lift off my shoulders when I saw Germany, Italy, and Japan there, waiting for us. Then Su-san went down, a knife in his back. I was so frightened, trying to help him stand back up. Germany, Italy, and japan all got in front of me and Su-san, trying to protect us. Su-san had blood on his lips, and I was aboslutely terrified. Denmark's laughter only frightened me more. There he stood, the most hated man in my life, laughing at my wounded Su-san. laughing.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the conquering heroes at my doorstep. Begging for mercy? Too bad, because I have no mercy. Hand over Sweden and Finland before things get messy."
That grin. I'd seen that grin all my life. I've always hated that grin, and I still hate it now. Su-san coughed, and little red droplets speckled the ground. I had to get him help, but I didn't know what to do. Shaking with anger and frustration, I grabbed Su-san's sword from his belt, standing up and pushing past Venenziano, Ludwig, and Kiku, sword at hand. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and i could hear Su-san groaning in protest, weak. Denmark just laughed at my face. I was gonna clean this guy's smirk off. I ran at him, sword in the air. Everything was blurry after that...when I finally came to my senses, Denmark was retreating into his house, bloody. I heard my name being called, and when I looked over my shoulder, my heart almost stopped. Su-san had stopped breathing. kiku was doing CPR and I just watched in horror. There was just no way this was happening...it had to be some dream...some aweful dream...but I knew it wasn't. I heard medic choppers and saw the medics lift Su-san into the chopper, still trying to revive him. After they were gone, I shakily went to me knees...and sobbed...
Venenziano and the rest of them had somehow gotten me into their own chopper, taking me to where my Su-san was. Once we were there, I waited. I waited for anything. Any news that my Su-san was going to live and be alright, any news at all to make me relax...but I got nothing... no news as to whether he was alive or not...and the only thought on my mind was: This is my fault... It was true, it was my fault. If I hadn't have gone to Denmark in the first place, none of this would have happened. I might have just killed him...the most important person in my life...the man I look up to...the man I've spent my whole life with...I could have just ruined all of that...eventually, I blacked out...unable to keep my eyes open any longer...
I was woken up by my friends, later that night. They all looked...relieved...and my eyes widened when they told me Su-san was gonna pull through, I could even see him if I wanted to. Of course I said yes. I nearly fainted when I saw Su-san's clear, blue eyes look over at me when I entered his room. He looked terrible and weak...so weak...A breathing mask covered his face and wires and ivs were all over him, but I didn't care. He was gonna be alright, and as I took a seat beside him, and held his hand, I knew everything was gonna be alright. his hand was warm, soft even, gently holding onto mine. I cried. Yes, I cried. I had good reasons. I nearly lost him. I felt so relieved. I couldn't help but start to cry. And I just cried more when he smiled at me ever so softly. I knew things were gonna be even better than before, even better than they ever have been, and that was a promise, to me and to him.
I'm Finland, and my Su-san is going to be beside me forever, no matter what happens, and I shall always be there for him.
End
